It’s Caturday! And this time, I actually have a picture of my cat.
I was trying to relax and watch Craig Ferguson, and she decided between my legs was the best spot in the whole house to be. And look how lady-like she is:
I need to stop her before that fourth beer every night. Otherwise she steals the remote and changes the channel to blue-collar comedy.
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